My sleeping children are still flying dreams in their goose-down heads. The lush of the river singing morning songs Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white. The grey-green pike lances upstream Kale, like mermaid`s hair points the water`s drift. All is morning hush and bird beautiful. If only, I didn`t have flu.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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